After the sudden help of a great mage, the private forces huddled under the tower finally calmed down, most of them had never set foot on northern soils, and had been fighting the gnolls in the western wilderness, occasionally helping the soldiers of Stormwind against the Brotherhood of Defia...... Or the other way around.

The hordes of organized dead people were enough to make the inexperienced people feel terrified, and the stench on their bodies alone was a novice nightmare, but the zombies were so vulnerable to the vast array of magic that they were confident enough to completely ignore the captain's commands, and they rushed towards the rout zombies, each showing their strengths, and quickly cleaned up the slow-moving remnants of zombies.

Riding on the victory, they soon advanced far from the watchtower, and apart from a few men who were scratched by too much nervousness, these valiant southern warriors won a brilliant victory in the first battle against the undead.

The captain shouted angrily under the watchtower, but the rabble, hired by Miss Prutcolet, did not listen to him, and before he could finish scolding, they were frustrated.

The low-level undead have no human rights, and those zombies are just consumables used to embellish this massacre, even the ghouls and skeleton warriors who are chasing after those people now, as long as they turn on the meat grinder and throw the mess into it, they will soon be able to replenish a large number of low-level undead.

The natural disaster is like playing with these living people, closing the encirclement little by little, letting them slowly sink into the quagmire of despair and fear, struggling and going crazy in the cruelty that must never be compromised, and finally being killed, and then dragging their tattered bodies to stand up, and even their souls will be enslaved.

Loria let go of the gargoyle's wings, thanking herself again for her special physique, she knew a little about the pride of the druids, and falling from such a high place actually made her snort, those stupid warriors who honestly climbed the stairs were so pitiful.

The gargoyles in the sky still hovered above her head, and after seeing the tragic plight of their kind, they were not in a hurry to attack, anyway, as long as they dragged Loria to victory, the ghouls who crawled quickly on the ground were not like zombies, they quickly retracted the encirclement under the tower, but they were not in a hurry to attack - the warriors from Stormwind were not as weak as Loria had imagined, and these southerners with shiny armor and more than ten years of war were no worse than the Scarlet Crusaders to cut down the undead.

However, it didn't work for any hell, it seemed to her that the undead were just playing with them and trying to make them die as late as possible, she retreated along the dirt slope and killed a few ghouls who were too close to her with ice arrows, and the more her vision grew, the more desperate she became—there were undead as far as her eye could see.

Without Alice opening her way, even she would not have been able to escape this level of encirclement, and she was a little strange, even if this watchtower was very valuable, it would be too exaggerated to send an army of this magnitude to deal with a dozen Alliance soldiers.

Could it be that the Union and Horde advance teams at the front have been wiped out?

After the next attack, the Scourge retreated a little, but remained on the edge of the torches, Loria didn't waste any more magic, and when she hid under the tower, the gargoyles seemed to let her go for the time being, hovering in the air again, waiting for the next raid.

Several of the Alliance's warriors were wounded, and there were not many mercenaries left to survive, and it only took a light attack for humanity to fail, but the undead were reluctant to attack as if they were playing with them.

"Hey, little mage, let's go. ”

Ignoring the foul-smelling slime, the captain said to Loria while wiping the sword that had broken a few holes, "You are not obligated to accompany us to our death here, go to the Chapel of the Wish of Light, and bring our news to General Grian Stallman." ”

Grian Stallman?

Loria froze for a moment, and vaguely remembered the image of a kind old man, the name she seemed to have heard somewhere, and she even had the illusion that she knew the Captain Grian Stallman, but she couldn't remember more.

"Leave us alone, you know a lot of magic, don't you?" The captain seemed to misunderstand what Loria meant, but there was an indescribable gray color in his gaze, and he clearly did not believe that Loria could escape the encirclement of the natural disaster.

"Ah......h......h She blinked, pulling her thoughts back to reality, and the stench of the undead and the corpses lying here and there were all over the place, and she felt a little more real...... But still, she still couldn't feel the smell of death approaching, even if she didn't have the confidence to escape, even if the fog and flashes could make her rush far, but when she was tired, where would she stop?

She was immune to the plague of death while she was alive, but what about after she died?

"Ah...... All right. She replied to the captain absentmindedly, she was going to try it anyway, she had no interest in being mourned by the latecomers of the alliance as an unsung hero, but what should she say at this time?

"Hold on, I'll bring reinforcements back. ”

The captain ignored her at all, just mechanically wiping his sword.

Loria pressed her back against the tower, the cold touch of the rock passed through her blouse, for some reason, after hearing the name mentioned by the captain, she felt a little different in herself, she was about to remember something but forgot something, but the rock behind her made her feel more connected to the world than ever.

Okay, she patted her cheek, neither Miss Loria nor Peggy deserved to die here today, they still have a greater task to accomplish, as for the confusion in their hearts, they must be able to get answers as long as they see the person concerned.

She looked around, the undead in either direction were about the same—infinite, to this extent, it would be easy to do, she picked a random direction she liked, rubbing her fingers a little nervously, she was waiting for an opportunity, maybe at the moment when the next attack of the undead began.

The wait was so long that she couldn't figure out what the others would think in the final moments of her life, and as she turned her head to see people's expressions, the army of death moved silently.

Run, Loria, run.